apartment flowers

I don't know why it happens, but it happens a lot:  one of my hands is cold.  Just one.  The right one.  And not just cold, FROZEN.  One is alarmingly warm, while the other crackles with frostbite. Though it has nothing to do with the pictures I am about to share with you, it is the only thought that consumes me right now.   However, I must press on, get to the point: an introduction to the pictures I took of the flowers in front of my apartment...

Well, that seemed good enough to me.

ONWARD!

 These ones, I left as I took them...

and these I played with in photoshop a bit....